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 Ed Pickford © prs

The old man was chanting his death song

His face was weathered and brown

The old man was chanting his death song

He was watching his last sun go down

There were no walls round his prison

You don’t need walls to confine

Progress had poisoned his spirit

The moment it sat down to dine


The old man remembered life’s circle

Days when his whole world was round

The old man remembered life’s circle

He was singing his soul homeward bound

He saw the stars of the forest

Fireflies that dance in the night

He saw the tribes of the rainbow

While he sang at dying of light


Chorus:

I was the wind - when I was free

I was the wind – the wind was me

I was the Earth - the sky - the sea

I was the wind - when I was free


The power of the world works in circles

All things must be live and then pass

The power of the world works in circles

As a shadow will run over grass

Winners write down all the history

Victims are drowned in the tide

Pilgrims use words from the bible

To justify their genocide


Chorus:



I Was The Wind

Once I moved about like the wind. Now I surrender to you and that is all